She feels that good.
“How does it feel now?”
I rub her clit slowly, and the throbbing of her cunt makes me grunt.
“I think you like it,” I answer for her as she breathes quickly and tilts her face down, chuckling quietly.
“I don’t like it from behind,” she says with humor in her voice.
“I think you do. Prove me wrong.”
My calloused fingers massage her clit, and her body softens against my chest, that slight tilt of her hips deepening to swallow all of my hardness, telling me otherwise.
She’s dripping wet as I push into her body.
“You’re so fucking good,” I whisper in her ear, as I move my throbbing dick into her. “It’s so pleasurable when I do it from behind,” I argue, stroking her between her legs. “You and I need to sort some stuff out…” I add mellowly as I push firmly into her and hold her against my thrusts. “I didn’t like seeing you up on that stage…” I say, no longer smiling, and she notices the nuance in my voice, perks up, and attempts to look at me over her shoulder. “Don’t look at me while I speak,” I say, and her center pulses even faster. “You apparently like that a lot,” I comment, crushing her clit under my fingers. “I know you didn’t do it to stir me up, and I understand your reasons, but I hated to see yourlittle pussy––although concealed in your tiny red shorts––up on the stage, open for their eyes’ consumption.
She wants to move against my touch again, and I grab her pussy even harder.
Wetness drips from between her legs.
“I don’t know what’s gonna come of us, Scarlett. Maybe we just need to put this fire out. But to do that, you need to let me do everything I want to do to you.”
She says nothing.
“You won’t regret it. That much I can tell you,” I say, and her breaths come out in spurts.
I splay my fingers over her slit and massage it with the heel of my hand while pushing my cock into her like she’s made of butter.
I look down for a second, enjoying the visual as much as I relish the feeling.
I go on.
“I like your silence. I love your body. And I know you want it too. I’ll teach you how to do it without getting our hearts broken, and maybe we’ll do it more. Whatever we’ll be doing, let’s make a pact. No more talking about the serious stuff. It doesn’t work for you. And it didn’t work for me.”
A few seconds pass as I keep watching my shaft dipping into her opening.
“One thing, though, we need to discuss. You can’t dance for other people while we fuck. I don’t take it lightly.”
She grunts, arching her spine and tensing her muscles. When she’s right on the cusp, I take my hand away and pull back.
Half of my erection is in when she grows in protest.
“What was that?” I ask, smirking.
“I need to dance one more time. Tomorrow night. I don’t want to fuck my relationship with her. She’s giving me most of my side jobs. And they are good-paying jobs. You can watchif you want to. And I can wear something different than those shorts. I’m sure you know how to compel that dick to allow me to wear something else. I tried to do it myself, but he didn’t want to hear any of it,” she says between soft gasps. “Now, please, make me come. I was almost there. I agree with everything else you just said. We have a deal. But this story can't make it to anyone’s ears. None of it. Not my meetups with you for sex. Not my side hustles. Please––”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I plunge into her, cutting her off, and her throaty moans almost make me come.
Our little school teacher has fire in her veins.
Who the fuck knew? I didn’t, and I consider myself a pro when it comes to women. But I wasn’t completely unaware of it. I knew there was something about her.
I’m not a fool. She had spunk. And then there was her smell and the tension in her jaw.
She needed this more than she’d imagined, and she probably didn’t think she’d get it like this.
The more I’m pounding into her, the more wet she becomes. A mess of juices and heated flesh swell between us, and knowing that I’ll be getting what I want, I grab her cunt and rail her like she’s never been railed in her entire life, making the walls shudder and her push out crying moans.